1)wordsTurbid notions,
scattered on paper,
disguise as Words.
Like delicate birds, the Words
fly whirring through
forests of speculations.
As naked as the razor’s edge, the Words
take to the road.
Cramped for room
are the alleys
in the maze of mind.
At the mind’s dictates, the Words
join their loose letters, meaningfully,
to form concrete ideas.

© Ann Marie Zagorianos